Chapter 52 Unilateral Severance of Ties
Shortly after, a limited-edition Maybach pulled up in front of the Duan family's house.
Cong Chun got out of the car and walked towards the Duan family's gate.
He thought he could take a shower first, since he would have plenty of time to help Butler Chen with some things in the evening, since the young master would be back very late today.
Cong Chun can arrange his free time as he pleases.
As dusk fell, the Duan family's old villa was located in the suburbs not far from the city center, where the vegetation was lush and the air was fresh.
Cong Chun looked up and could still see twinkling stars in the sky.
The streetlights on both sides of the main gate of the Duan family's old house lit up as darkness fell.
Cong Chun walked forward, holding the water Lu Tinglan had given him in one hand and dragging the urea bag in the other.
He looked up and saw a tall, dark figure standing at the gate not far away, his shadow stretched long.
Cong Chun's breath hitched; he thought he had encountered a ghost.
Cong Chun is a little superstitious. When he was a child, his grandmother told him not to point at the moon in the sky, or the moon would cut off his ears.
The next day, Xiao Congchun's ear was bitten by a mosquito and a big welt took a long time to heal.
However, Cong Chun breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the figure was vaguely familiar and that he was using a cane.
Cong Chun felt somewhat relieved.
When he returned home from school in town, his grandmother would often wait for him at the village entrance, leaning on her cane.
Duan Mingxiao stood not far away watching him. The young master's expression was inscrutable, and it was unclear what he had just seen.
Cong Chun dragged a bag of urea, holding the water Lu Tinglan had given him, his steps light and cheerful.
The water bottle hadn't been opened yet and wasn't empty, so Lu Tinglan gave it to him directly.
Also, he didn't want the young master to know about the birthday gift he wanted to prepare for Duan Mingxiao.
Cong Chun flew to the young master's side in an instant, just like a sparrow.
His tone was a mix of confusion and happiness.
"Young Master, why are you back so early today?"
Cong Chunming clearly remembered that when Duan Mingxiao left in the morning, he told her that he would be back very late at night and that she should not secretly think about him.
However, Cong Chun wouldn't secretly think about it; he would openly and honestly think about whoever he liked.
He often openly and honestly misses his grandmother.
Under the streetlights, Duan Mingxiao's brows were prominent and his eye sockets were deep. The young master's emotions were hard to discern, but they were all bad.
Cong Chun couldn't see the expression on Duan Mingxiao's face, but the young master hadn't said a word so far, and was unusually quiet today.
Cong Chun found it strange; could it be that the young master had changed his personality?
At the same time, this invisible sense of pressure made Cong Chun feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Duan Mingxiao was in an extremely bad mood!
The young master's face was gloomy, and his dark, narrow eyes were like a still pool of water, sending chills down one's spine.
Duan Mingxiao had just witnessed Lu Tinglan drive Cong Chun to the door, and after getting out of the car, Lu Tinglan even unbuckled Cong Chun's seatbelt. The two of them were standing so close together...
When Duan Mingxiao died?
Duan Mingxiao lowered his eyes and narrowed his long, narrow eyes, his tone low and laced with sarcasm.
Looking at Cong Chun, who was covered in dust after rummaging through the trash.
This grayish little sparrow.
"What? Are you surprised that I'm back so early?"
[The moment I'm gone, this idiot gets tricked into going out and fooling around by that pervert. It's infuriating!]
Cong Chun wiped the sweat from his nose and smiled happily.
"That was indeed a bit unexpected."
Duan Mingxiao: ...
Let him get so angry.
He'll be furious. When he gets to the underworld, Duan Mingxiao will be the King of Hell himself. He can capture Cong Chun and make him his underling, so that Cong Chun can only obey his orders.
How could Chun Chun so easily utter such vicious words?
Did they even consider my feelings?!
The young master suppressed his anger, trying his best not to distort his facial features.
At this moment, Young Master Duan was like a housewife questioning her idle husband who never came home at night.
"What were you doing out today? You're back so late."
"You don't reply to my messages."
"You've gotten quite capable, huh?"
The young master bent his long, slender fingers and tapped Cong Chun's forehead, but not with much force.
Duan Mingxiao had just returned from Xu Binzhou's place. As soon as he entered the Duan family home, he didn't see Cong Chun anywhere, and the eldest young master didn't respond when he knocked on the door.
I sent a message to Cong Chun, but that idiot didn't reply.
Duan Mingxiao's mind was filled with wild thoughts, and he was worried that Cong Chun had been abducted.
Then he thought that Cong Chun had run off to the countryside on his own, and the young master was angry.
[You idiot, do you know how worried I was about you?]
I'm really afraid you'll be kidnapped and put on display at a heartless zoo.
Cong Chun touched his forehead. "Young Master, there's really no need for the second half of your sentence."
Cong Chun didn't speak at all, while Duan Mingxiao spoke too frequently.
Immediately afterwards, the young master began to daydream again.
He lifted his eyelids and carefully examined Cong Chun.
"Don't you dare tell me that you spent the whole day going out to date that bastard Lu Tinglan."
Aside from being a little dirty, there were no suspicious marks on her body.
It's okay, it's just a little dirty, a wash will fix it.
Cong Chun raised his eyes, somewhat helplessly, wondering why the young master was talking nonsense.
"Young master, I went out to collect trash today."
Duan Mingxiao indeed saw the bright yellow urea bag being dragged behind Cong Chun.
It was bulging as if it was filled with a lot of good things.
Duan Mingxiao stepped forward and reached out, preparing to snatch the item from Cong Chun's hand.
"It's so dirty, you're not allowed to bring it in. I'll throw it away for you."
Cong Chun held on tightly and wouldn't let go.
This bag is full of money.
Cong Chun responded stubbornly.
"Young Master, no."
Duan Mingxiao was so angry he almost laughed.
"How much are these broken bottles worth?"
"Going out in the sweltering heat, sweating profusely, and painstakingly collecting a bunch of broken bottles, they don't find it troublesome at all."
"And the water Lu Tinglan gave you, you're not allowed to drink it either, I'm confiscating it from you."
"His water is poisonous; it will make your voice hoarse."
[That idiot Cong Chun, he got sold out and still helped count the money.]
Cong Chun didn't give it to him; he's not stupid.
He'll get angry if anyone tries to take the bottle from him.
Cong Chun was strong, and Duan Mingxiao just couldn't take it away no matter what.
The young master was furious; he went out to pick up trash in the middle of summer.
Anyone who didn't know better would think they were going to dig for gold, since the bag was full of gold.
Such a treasure, yet it's just a bag of "stinky garbage".
Then Chun Chun, covered in sweat, didn't call him to pick her up when she got back, and went home sitting in the passenger seat of another man.
Duan Mingxiao couldn't help but think angrily, "Why isn't my dead left leg getting better soon?"
Once the fracture healed, he kicked the man straight into a ravine.
Duan Mingxiao's face darkened, and he spoke in an unusually calm tone.
"Stupid Spring, are you going to give it to me or not?"
Cong Chun swallowed hard, stiffened his neck, and slowly opened his mouth.
"If the young master wants a bottle, go get it yourself."
Duan Mingxiao: ...I'm out of ideas.
"Fine, if you won't give it to me."
"From this moment on, let's break off our friendship."
A hint of anxiety flickered in Cong Chun's eyes.
"I will not break off relations with the young master."
Duan Mingxiao raised his eyebrows, a hint of smugness in his eyes.
[It seems that Chun Chun still cares about me deep down.]
"Then give me your trash, and I'll take it out for you."
Reluctantly, Cong Chun took two empty bottles out of the bag and handed them to the young master.
"Young master, at most, I can only give you two bottles."
Duan Mingxiao closed his eyes to calm himself down, and then the young master parted his thin lips slightly.
Let's break off all ties from now on.
"But you should think about it again."
"I'll reluctantly agree not to break off our friendship."
Duan Mingxiao was talking to himself, not expecting that Cong Chun had already dragged the bag past him and walked a long way.
The young master stared at the boy's thin back, which looked like a blade of grass in the wind, and was furious.
After all, it was always Duan Mingxiao who made others suffer in the past.
[I will never speak to you again, you idiot Chun, just you wait.]
The servants of the Duan family found it strange that day.
Their eldest son gave each of them a case of water and told them to drink as much as they could today.
You get a 100 yuan reward if you finish a bottle.
Duan Mingxiao's only request was that the empty water bottles not be thrown away after drinking.
They must be kept; the eldest young master wants them all collected.
Although the servants were puzzled, they didn't think much of it; free water is free, so why not drink it?
Making money by drinking water? Only a fool wouldn't do that.
When others argue and get angry, they send flowers, luxury bags, houses, or yachts to make up.
Only this young master Duan brought a large bag of empty mineral water bottles to Cong Chun's room.
Duan Mingxiao took a deep breath.
He knocked on the door, his tone a little awkward.
"Please stop being angry with me."
"This young master's garage is for storing your junk."
"You...whether you want an empty cardboard box or an empty bottle, it's fine."
After a while, there was no movement in the room.
The door opens with a simple push.
The room was empty, and the sheets were neatly laid out on the bed.
So, I've been talking to thin air for ages, haven't I?
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